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J. Murray, 1879
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Page 167 - Traitors and strike him dead, and meet myself Death, or I know not what mysterious doom. And thou remaining here wilt learn the event; But hither shall I never come again, Never lie by thy side; see thee no more Farewell!
Page 178 - Titanic forces taking birth In divers seasons, divers climes; For we are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
Page 53 - Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made : Those are pearls that were his eyes, Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea change, Into something rich and strange.
Page 141 - Ah ! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
Page 210 - His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain...
Page 210 - If to the city sped, what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind ; To see those joys the sons of Pleasure know Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe.
Page 139 - I seem in star and flower To feel thee some diffusive power, I do not therefore love thee less: My love involves the love before; My love is vaster passion now; Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more.
Page 309 - Of good and evil much they argued then, Of happiness and final misery, Passion and apathy, and glory and shame...
Page 141 - For the peace, that I deem'd no peace, is over and done, And now by the side of the Black and the Baltic deep, And deathful-grinning mouths of the fortress, flames The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of fire.
Page 142 - When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for a burial fee, And Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of children's bones, Is it peace or war ? better, war! loud war by land and by sea, War with a thousand battles, and shaking a hundred thrones.

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